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  • Day18

    A Terrible Crime is Discovered

    September 7 in France ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    After 8 days on the boat, I would be lying a little if I said that we were sorry to be leaving the confines of our cabin. It is not exactly easy to live in a space about the same size as a dwarf's coffin. Although each person evolves their own survival strategies for storing their gear, washing themselves and doing their laundry, as the week progresses it is normal for each person to start fantasizing about what they are going to do when they get to a hotel room. "I can't wait to see inside my case again", "I am going to spend an entire hour under the shower", "I will wash my socks and undies for the first time in a week"," I haven't brushed my teeth since leaving Melbourne", and so on.

    By 8 am our riders were dragging their cases up the winding stairs from the cabins to the main deck. With so little room to move , it was a miracle that no one was crushed under the weight of a falling suitcase. Three men helped Carol and Sam manouevre their bulging bags to the deck. It was obvious that our time on the boat had drawn to a close.

    I advised everyone to do a double check of their rooms to make sure that no tiny item had been overlooked. A few minutes later Sam poked her head up the staircase to announce that she had found that Carol had left about half of her belongings in the drawer under the bed. That was the reason her case only weighed 19 kg. Some time later Carol had retrieved several kg more of her (nearly) lost luggage and we started saying our final goodbyes to our new American friends.

    The strange thing is that, after a few days, we will all forget the difficult aspects of boat living, and then only recall all the laughs and fun we shared together. Next year we will back on another bike and barge along the Moselle.

    It was only as we were starting to drag our cases to the shore that things took a dark turn. Arie appeared with a look of shock and anger on his face. "Three of the ebike locks are missing", he shouted. We looked at each other, wondering why anyone would want to add a 3 kg chain and lock to their already heavy suitcases. "This has never happened before", he added. It was apparently a very serious matter. In Europe wars have apparently started over less serious issues.

    We all then embarked on a hue and cry to look for the missing chains. Panniers were stripped, cupboards were opened, guilty ebike riders were questioned under a bright light. Locks were counted and recounted, but the total was still three short. I thought that the brilliant Inspector Clouseau might be rushed from Paris to help crack the infamous case of the stolen locks. After all, this had all the makings of an international incident involving France, Australia, the USA and Holland. Although Donald Trump would probably downplay it as "fake news", it was becoming quite stressful for us.

    After an interminable period of searching and hypothesizing about the location of the missing locks, I came to the conclusion that they were probably somewhere on the bottom of the canal. Arie had no choice other than to admit that they had truly disappeared and he reluctantly allowed us to leave the boat. It was a slightly disappointing end to a fun ride, but I am sure that they will turn up somewhere and the tarnished reputation of the Ghostriders will be rightfully restored.

    We then formed a luggage peloton to drag our bags across the city to the hotel we had booked for the next two nights. In spite of a few rough cobblestoned sections, we all managed to reach the Hotel Chez Carriere without suffering a serious castor malfunction. The hotel is situated in an ideal location, right near the centre of the old walled city. It will make a lovely temporary base of operations while we explore the town.

    The name Aigues Mortes means "Dead Waters" and the swampy region has been used as a place to harvest salt since Roman times. The large areas of marshland also make it an ideal breeding ground for hungry mosquitoes. The recorded history of the town dates back thousands of years and the huge fortified city wall that now stands here played a significant role in the Crusades of the 13th century.

    The pilgrims and penitents that helped establish the city must have been a very colourful bunch. Over the past few days we have discovered chapels for the "White Penitents", the "Black Penitents" and even the "Grey Penitents". I am not sure exactly what a "grey penitent" is, but perhaps they were a sort of medieval fence sitter. The only thing missing was a chapel for the rainbow penitents, but I guess they came several centuries later.

    Maggie and I spent most of the afternoon wandering the narrow streets of the old city. The town has an inordinate number of cafes and art galleries, obviously catering largely for tourism. In the cool of the evening these outdoor cafes are packed with diners, and the streets echo with the sounds from numerous buskers. I am sure we will all return to Australia with amazing memories of our time spent here. The name might mean dead waters, but the place ceratinly seems full of life to me.
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  • Day19

    Very Unwelcome News from Home

    September 8 in France ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    It is not easy travelling on an extended overseas holiday when you have pets at home. After all, they don’t seem to be able to look after themselves. Not only do they require feeding, dogs also need daily walks and cats need to have their every wish catered for. Fortunately there exists a particular kind of nomad called the “housesitter”. These people have adopted a gypsy lifestyle, whereby they exchange free accommodation and utilities in return for caring for pets that have been deserted by their globetrotting owners.

    We have used the services of several different housesitters in the past and have found that the arrangement was mutually beneficial to all parties concerned. We had assumed the same thing would apply this time, after all we had driven all the way down to Geelong to meet the potential sitter, many months before we were due to leave. We even introduced her to the dog that she would be looking after. We had no reason to believe that things would not go well.

    As it turned out the arrangements seemed to be going well for the two and a half weeks we have been travelling for. For the first few days we even got sent emailed “happy snaps” showing how well the cat and dog were being looked after. Even when the communications started to slow down, we assumed that all was going well. You can therefore imagine my surprise when I got a short message saying that the housesitter had decided to immediately pack up and leave. No warning, no opportunity to make other plans – she had just packed her bags and gone, leaving the pets in an empty house. Even more surprising was the way she ended her message with “have a happy holiday”.

    To say that this constituted something of a curveball would be an understatement. We then spent much of the morning on the phone trying to put alternate makeshift plans into operation. We have never heard of a sitter acting in such an irresponsible way before, but there was little we could do about it when we were on the other side of the planet. When Maggie’s sister arrived at our house to see what had happened, she found that not only were the animals left unattended, but the front door had been left damaged, the airconditioner was broken, the washing machine had been moved and some towels had been taken. I suppose under such circumstances we should have been glad that she had not stayed for the full two months as I don’t think the house would have survived. I guess we have learned to be far more selective in our choice of any future potential house sitters. In the meantime we will have to somehow get by with “Plan B” for the next 6 weeks.

    Since today was going to be our final full day in Aigues Mortes, I did not want the entire time there to be spoilt by the unwelcome news we had received. We had already decided that we should all visit the ramparts that surround the city. These fortified walls extend around the full 1.7 km perimeter of the old city and certainly would have posed a significant obstacle for any would be medieval invader.

    If we had been aged between 18 to 25 years of age we would have been able to get access for free. For some reason the ticket seller would not believe that I fell in that age range and charged me the full price of 8 Euro. There was no concession for old Australians at all, even if our ancestors had helped rescue France from destruction in both world wars.

    Once we climbed the stairs to the top of the imposing main tower I had to admit that it was worth every cent of the admission charge. The views out over the surrounding flat marshes were magnificent. In front of us we could see the long canal that our boat had followed to reach the city. I then spent the next 90 minutes walking the entire length of the ramparts. At irregular intervals the walls are punctuated by a succession of larger constructions. These were used for various functions, including chapels, prisons, forts, etc. The sheer amount of material and effort that had gone into the construction must have been incredible.

    By the middle of the afternoon I was feeling tired and returned to my room at the Chez Carriere. Our room was situated next door to Gael and Gerry’s. For some reason Gerry seemed to have an inordinate amount of difficulty unlocking their door. Every 30 minutes or so we would hear a prolonged ritual of clanking, banging, key turning, often punctuated by a period of loud cursing. Just when you thought that they had finally opened the door, it would start all over again. I am sure that it would have been easier to make a hole through the 5 metres thick stone ramparts, than to turn the key in Gerry’s lock. Although I tried to instruct him on the correct technique for opening this sort of lock, it was obviously a skill that he never managed to master. To the contrary, he actually seemed to get noisier with each successive opening and closing.

    Although we had no such difficulty with our lock, we did manage to almost shake the building from its foundations several times when we accidentally let the door slam shut. On such occasions I think the resultant bang would have been audible in Paris. In spite of these minor hiccups, the hotel really was a fantastic place to stay. The rooms were clean and comfortable, the air conditioners worked well, the location was perfect and the manager was delightful.

    Tomorrow we will be bidding adieu to Aigues Mortes as we undertake a gruelling all day train odyssey to take us to Nevers to begin the second part of our cycling adventure. After a three day break, I am sure that all our team is very eager to get rolling again.
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  • Day5

    Tag 5 - Sonne, Cote d'Azur und Flamingos

    September 11 in France ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Was für ein tolles Tag. Nach dem ersten Sonnen- Frühstück seit dem Start der Rallye über dem Hafen von St. Tropez sind wir gemütlich die Küstenstraße Richtung Marseille gefahren. Eine wunderschöne Strecke. Nach einem Zwischenstopp in dem hübschen Städtchen Bandol ging es zügig Richtung Camargue. Hier konnten wir die Flamingos und die schöne Landschaft im Sonnenuntergang bewundern. Wow, so schön. Die Nacht haben wir wir im antiken Städtchen Aigues-Mortes verbracht. Eine Stadt umrahmt von einer Stadtmauer aus dem 14 Jh. Toll, dass wir diese Entdeckung gemacht. Nach einem leckeren Abendessen in einem pittoresken Hinterhof sind wir wieder in wunderbare Hotelfedern gesunken.Read more

  • Day21

    Tag 18 // Das Meer in Sicht

    September 6, 2016 in France ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Nach Tagen an verschiedensten Flüssen ist nun das Mittelmeer in Sicht. Morgen früh werden wir hinkommen und fast den ganzen restlichen Tag entlang fahren.

    Ansonsten haben wir heute den schwächer werdenden Mistral Wind nochmal richtig ausgenutzt, nachdem er uns auf dem Mont Ventoux so zugesetzt hatte. Ganz klares Tagesmotto: Kilometer schrubben.

    125km sind es am Ende geworden mit einem Schnitt von 23,7km/h. Wir waren schon langsamer unterwegs. Insofern gibt es auch von unterwegs wenig zu berichten ausser Sonne, Wind und viel Tempo.

    Untergekommen sind wir heute in einer Villa. Chambre d'hot machts möglich. Wieso man allerdings sich ein solches Haus leistet und dann das wertvollste, seine Privatsphäre für 90€ die Nacht verkauft wird mir wohl schleierhaft bleiben. Angesichts des komfortablen Zimmers soll es mir jedoch egal sein. Um den Pool noch zu nutzen waren wir leider etwas zu kaputt und hatten auch schon lange genug in der Sonne gebraten. Morgen früh bekommen wir hier noch ein Frühstück und dann geht es auch schon wieder weiter.
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  • Day8

    Aigues-Mortes und La Grande Motte

    October 4, 2017 in France ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Weiter geht es an den Salinen und Flamingos der Camargue vorbei in die mittelalterliche Festung Aigues Mortes. 1240 plante Ludwig IX. diesen Ort, auf einer Halbinsel gelagert und mit 12 m hohen Mauern und Türmen, auf denen man 1,5 km rund um die Stadt gehen kann. Nach einer kleinen Stärkung fahren wir weiter nach La Grande Motte, also absolutes Kontrast Programm. Diese Stadt, Mitte der 60er Jahre vom Avantgarde Architekten Jean Balladur am Reißbrett konstruiert, ist sehr futuristisch mit ihren unglaublich vielen Ferienwohnungen in Pyramiden ähnlichen Hochhäusern. Irgendwie gleichermaßen beeindruckend wie hässlich.Read more

  • Day110


    November 13, 2016 in France ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Heute haben wir abermals an einem traumhaft schönen Ort übernachtet. In Mitten der Camargue. Diese Landschaft bildet das Rhonedelta und wurde durch den Mensch jahrhundertelang geprägt. Ein Blick bei Google Maps lohnt sich wie schön das hier aussieht.
    Unser Standplatz in Mitten der Fluss und Seenlandschaft war wirklich schön. Um uns herum waren rosa Flamingos, von denen wir nicht wussten, dass sie in Europa überhaupt vorkommen. Hier in der Camargue ist die größte Population Europas. Zu dieser Jahreszeit waren es aber nur noch vereinzelte Tiere. Nach einer kilometerlangen Spazierfahrt über die Deiche haben wir die mittelalterliche Stadt Aigus-Mortes besucht und von hier aus eine Schifffahrt durch das Delta gebucht. Vorbei an der Stadtmauer, sah man vor allem viele Salzbecken und weitere Flamingos.

    Weiterhin ist zu sagen, dass es hier sehr kalt war die Nacht. Der Bus hatte Innen eine Temperatur von gerade mal 10 Grad. Draußen waren es um die 4 Grad.
    Kathi und ich haben zum 2.mal auf der Reise unter unserer Decke gefroren. Für Ella ist das nicht so schlimm. Sie schläft dick eingepackt in 5 Schichten verschiedener Schlafanzüge und Schlafsäcke und liegt dann in der Mitte zwischen uns unter der Decke.
    Wir fahren jetzt aber weiter nach Spanien durch, dort sind die Temperaturen nachts noch deutlich wärmer.
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  • Day11

    Ausflug nach Aigues-Mortes

    May 29, 2017 in France ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Aigues-Mortes ist ein quirliges Touristenstädtchen in der Camargue. Das Städtchen war im Mittelalter als wehrhafter Mittelmeerhafen geplant und verfügt noch heute über eine 1,7 Km lange Festungsmauer mit 10 Stasdttoren, die die Altstadt vollständig umschließt. Da die Lagune jedoch verlandete, liegt Aigues Mortes heute 6 Km von der Kúste entfernt im Landesinneren. Das Meer ist aber noch über einen Kanal erreichbar. Die Stadt liegt außerdem am Canal du Rhône à Sète, der eine schiffbare Verbindung zwischen der Rhone und der Stadt Sète ermöglicht. Von dort kann man auch zum Canal du Midi weiterfahren.
    Die Stadt ist bekannt für ihre Salinen, in den Salzgärten in der Lagune, wird das Salz mit Radladern und schweren Muldenkippern zu weithin sichtbaren Bergen angehäuft.
    Bei einem Bummel durch die Altstadt sehen wir gerne in der Galerie vorbei. Zum Abschluss kaufen wir oft bei La Cure Gourmande noch Plätzchen und leckere Karamelwürfel.
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  • Day10

    Plötzlich im Wilden Westen

    October 12 in France ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Wir befinden uns in der Camargue, dem westlichsten Zipfel der Provence. Auf dem Weg zu unserer Unterkunft in der Hafenstadt Le-Grau-du-Roi passieren wir Aigues-Mortes. Wir hatten bereits im Vorfeld von deren riesiger Stadtmauer gelesen, vom aktuell stattfindenden Fête Votive Festival allerdings nichts. Bereits am Ortseingang taumeln uns 4 Jungs mit Cowboy-Hüten, beschmierten Gesichtern und Döner vor den Kühler. Sicherlich ein JGA denken wir. Als wir allerdings aus Neugier auf das Festivalgelände einbiegen und uns jeder zweite in diesem Zustand entgegenkommt, wird klar - hier herrscht Ausnahmezustand.
    Die Votivfeste in der Camargue sind mit Stierkampftraditionen verbunden, allerdings unblutig. Als wir ankommen wird gerade ein junges Mädchen in der Arena verarztet, die scheinbar etwas langsamer als der Stier war. Ja richtig, die Zuschauer können in die Arena springen und ihren „Mut“ beweisen. Ansonsten werde die Stiere von den Guardians, das sind die feschen Boys auf den Pferden, aus der Arena durch die Straßen von Aigues-Mortes geleitet.
    Es gibt deutlich mehr Promilleopfer als Lädierte vom Stierkampf. Naja, hat halt so jeder seine Traditionen...irgendwie immer noch greifbarer als das Oktoberfest bei uns im Lande.
    Als die letzten Stiere von der Straße zurück auf die Weide getrieben werden, ziehen wir weiter.

    Wenig später erreichen wir unsere Unterkunft. Jetzt ein schööönes Rumpsteak. Nein, das lässt sich dann doch nicht ganz mit dem Gewissen vereinbaren. Dann halt Dreierlei Fisch und Salat :)
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Aigues-Mortes, Aigas Mòrtas, Aigüesmortes, ایگوس-مورتس, Fort-Peletier, エーグ=モルト, Ег-Морт, Aquae Mortuae, Ėgiu Mortas, Aigasmòrtas, 30220, Эг-Морт, 艾格莫尔特

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